Once inside of her I twist and wiggle my fist, slightly opening and closing it. I pointed my palm upwards and opened a little hole in my fist, I slid ...my cock in against my wrist, and I could feel my cock in my hand, while in her ass. I pulled everything out and her ass was left open. I could see right into her ass, slap my cock from side to side on her hole, throw my fist in and out of it with ease. I even poured a glass of warm water in there, and it held it there like a pool, then slurped it. . Uske bad baki kafi dek tar tak meri chikni gori jango chatti rahi or meri chut ko penty ke uper se hi ragadti rhi or mai bas aanke bad kiye ….. Ummm …. Mmmuuu … Or bas siskarti rhi meri malkin bahi ne meri jango per kai jagah kaat liya tha jiske karan meri gori jango per uske danto ke nisan ped gye the or meri gori jange lal ho gai fir bhabi muje kiss karti hui uper aai or lipps ko chusne lagi meri penty bhut jayada gili ho chuki thi bhabi ne apna ek haat meri penty me gusaya or chut ke dane. What worried me was that my dick, which had unceremoniously been lying limp on the toilet seat, was getting erect. I tried to close my legs trap it between my thighs, but it was too late. I peeked down. It had risen from the seat, and the glans was beginning to emerge from the prepuce, the shaft rising and hardening with a pulsation that exactly matched my accelerating pulse. I tried to wish it away and closed my eyes, but the throbbing I was feeling told me it was too late. I peeked down. A small moment of awkwardness broke the drive, each fumbling with the belt of the other, followed by shy giggles as they both took a second to look deep into dilated eyes, seeking permission perhaps. The answers were simultaneous, a rejoining of mouths, fervour increased as tongues matched hands in seeking intimate places. The freedom afforded to his hand by the loosening of her belt allowed him to push his hand deeper, into the valley of her groin, palm on her thigh but the merest touch of.